Title: You Belong With Me
Rating: T for normal teenage behavior.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyle XY or its characters. I wish I did, but I don't.
Summary: What if Josh's date with Davah had taken place and Andy and Josh remained just friends? Definitely Jandy
Spoilers: Just up through season 2's "Does Kyle Dream of Electric Fish" (when Andy gives Josh date training.)
Notes: I got the idea for this story from Taylor Swift's song, "You Belong With Me." It is not necessarily a song fic, but this story definitely goes along with the lyrics.
"Yes!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air before immediately putting my hand back on the controller. You couldn't take too long to celebrate when a mutant was about to tear your head off.
I couldn't help but be excited about my victory. I hadn't been able to get past level six for days. Until Josh showed me how. If it hadn't been for him, I would stick be stuck. He really was nice for showing me. I mean, he's a nice guy in general. A little clueless when it comes to women, but nice. And he's fun to hang out with. I mean, he loves video games and he's got a great sense of humor. Not to mention he's got really good hair and a cute smile.
Wait, did I say cute? I meant nice. He has a nice smile. A nice smile that I got to look at practically all afternoon. It was fun being his dating teacher. I mean, the boy was totally clueless. If it hadn't been for me, he would be making a complete fool of himself on his date with that cheerleader girl Davah and then she'd never go on another date with him. Then again, maybe that would have been a good thing. No, I didn't mean that. I want him to succeed. I want him to have fun on his date. I do. Then again, feeling his hand on my thigh when he…
Suddenly my screen went blank and then it flashed back to the main menu. I had been killed. And it was all because I was distracted by him. And not even him, but thoughts of him.
I threw the controller down in anger. This was not happening. I was not falling for him. I couldn't fall for him. We were just friends and that was the way it was going to have to stay. Then again…when he smiled…
There was a knock at the door. Wondering who would be showing up at my house on a Friday night, I stood up and glanced out my bedroom window. That's when I saw his car. I smiled. He was here, at my house.
I checked my hair in the mirror and then bolted down the stairs. My mind raced. Why was he knocking on my door? Maybe his date had gone really well and he wanted to tell me about it. Or maybe it went really badly and he wanted comfort.
I flung the door open. He practically leaped into my house, threw his arms around me, and twirled me in a circle.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he kept saying over and over again.
There went my theory about his date going badly.
After a few full rotations, he placed me back on my feet. I missed the feel of his body touching mine as soon as he stepped back.
"Good date, huh?" I asked, trying to sound pleased.
"The best. That whole listening thing really works."
"I told you it would."
"Well, anyway, I just wanted to thank you for all the…you know, dating advice."
He looked exceptionally cute when he was at a loss for words.
"Anyway, I gotta start planning for tomorrow."
"Got another date?"
"You sound surprised."
"No…I just…I'm happy for you."
It was a complete lie. I wasn't happy. I was jealous.
"Couldn't have done it without you." He began to walk back down the steps of my porch. I started to shut the door when I saw him turn around.
"Hey…" he said.
I opened the door wide again, hoping. What was I hoping for? That he'd ask me out for tomorrow night instead of that stupid Davah? No, I didn't want him to ask me out. We were friends. Just friends. And yet…
"What are you doing Monday?"
Was he really going to ask me out?
"You mean, besides school?"
"Yeah, besides school."
"Um…nothing. Why?" I tossed my head, causing my hair to flow over my shoulder. I hoped it wasn't too obvious.
"Just wondering if you wanted to come over and play G-force."
"Oh." I tried not to look disappointed. "Sure, sounds great."
"I've got a shift at the Rack after school. Meet me there at five?"
"Good. Then I'll see you Monday."
Josh turned and walked down the path. I watched him go, wishing I had the guts to tell him what I was really thinking.
"Hey Josh!" I yelled out after him.
He turned. "Yeah?"
"Girls like Davah like hanging out in cafes and drinking expensive coffee."
"So…you're saying take her to the Rack?"
I sighed and shook his head. He was totally clueless.
"The Rack does not count as a café. Take her to Starbucks or…or Taylor's Coffee House downtown. She'll love it."
"A café, huh? Thanks."
What was I doing? I not only walked him through his first date, but now his second. Apparently I loved self-destruction.
I closed the door, leaned my back against it, and sighed.
Author's Note: First of all, those of you who have ready any of my stories before probably know by now that I prefer to write in the third person, but I really wanted to try this one from Andy's POV (and I have to admit that I'm having a lot of fun doing it this way). Secondly, this was another story that I thought was going to be really short and then it turned into something a little bit longer. But, it'll only be a few chapters. Also, just to point this out…I decided to take some moments from the actual episodes and sort of mold them to fit into this new scenario. Since the majority of this story is already written, I promise to update soon (probably tomorrow). Anyway, thank you, as always, for reading and…I know I'm a little late, but Happy Holidays everyone!